Here we are, then. Checking the e-mail, watching the incredible Ivorian TV and waiting to be rescued. The Embassy informed us about a ‘plan zed’ to collect the people from their houses and transport them to the airport. We cross everything we can and explore alternative escape ways.
Situation is calm, sometimes, with sun going down, some shots.
I start thinking about capuccino, mozzarella and churros.
MC7858attitude 
In fact, the ‘plan zed’ was a farce and this seems to be a “do-it-yourself” evacuation:
They do not come to collect you, it is up to you to reach the Embassy or the airport or the Ghana.
Luckily, the traditional alternative to institutions in Italy (my mother) has arranged an escort for us:
Viva la mamma!
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Hi Paolo,
Here are my corrections for this blog entry:
Here we are, then. Checking the e-mail, watching the incredible Ivorian TV and waiting to be rescued. The Embassy informed us about a ‘plan zed’ to collect the people from their houses and transport them to the airport. We cross (what do you mean by cross?) everything we can and explore alternative escape routes.
The situation is calm, sometimes, with sun going down, and some shots.
I have started to think about capuccino, mozzarella and churros.
In fact, the ‘plan zed’ was a farce and this seems to be a “do-it-yourself” evacuation:
They do not come to collect you, it is up to you to reach the Embassy or the airport or Ghana.
Luckily, the traditional alternative to institutions in Italy (my mother) has arranged an escort for us:
Viva la mamma!
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